Chapter 465: The Fight He Never Took Seriously
The Fight He Never Took Seriously
But before he could move, Victor’s voice reached him.
"Are you sure about this?"
Victor’s tone was so casual that it made several people exchange confused looks.
There was no nervousness in his voice.
No fear.
No attempt to intimidate.
It was simply a question.
Günter’s brow twitched.
Hearing Victor’s nonchalant tone made him suddenly aware that something was off about the man standing before him.
That feeling had been there from the beginning.
He had simply refused to acknowledge it.
Every attack had been avoided too perfectly.
Every movement Victor made had been strangely effortless.
Günter had originally convinced himself that Victor was merely agile.
Then he told himself that perhaps Victor had learned some exceptional evasive technique.
But now...
Standing beneath the pressure of his own mana, Günter could not shake the feeling that he was looking at something he did not understand.
His instincts screamed at him to be careful.
Yet he had no choice.
The young master had given his order.
And Günter was his subordinate.
He gritted his teeth.
"Enough."
His body suddenly moved.
Boom!
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Günter launched himself forward with a speed far greater than before.
To the ordinary spectators, his body disappeared.
One moment he was standing in front of Victor.
The next, he had become nothing more than a blur.
A sharp gust of wind swept through the street.
Several people’s clothes fluttered violently.
"What speed!"
"He disappeared!"
"Where did he go?"
Before anyone could properly react, Günter appeared behind Victor.
His fist was already moving.
The mana surrounding his arm condensed around his knuckles, producing a powerful impact that distorted the air.
His target was Victor’s back.
The attack was fast.
Extremely fast.
To everyone watching, the outcome was obvious.
Victor had no time to react.
A few people even closed their eyes.
They could already imagine the result.
The young man who had foolishly stepped into the conflict would finally pay the price for his arrogance.
But then—
Nothing happened.
A strange silence descended.
Günter’s expression froze.
His fist had missed.
No.
That wasn’t quite right.
He had attacked Victor.
But somehow, Victor was no longer where he had expected him to be.
The next instant—
Thud!
Günter collapsed onto the ground.
His body struck the stone pavement heavily, sending a dull sound through the street.
Dust rose around him.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Nobody understood what had happened.
Victor hadn’t even moved an inch.
He remained standing exactly where he had been.
His posture was unchanged.
His expression was unchanged.
Even his breathing had not noticeably quickened.
He didn’t bother turning around to look at Günter.
The bodyguard who had launched the attack with overwhelming speed was lying motionless behind him.
The crowd stared.
One person slowly lowered the hand that had been covering his mouth.
Another blinked several times.
"What... happened?"
"I didn’t see it."
"Neither did I."
"Günter attacked from behind. How did he end up on the ground?"
Nobody had an answer.
The scene was too strange.
They had clearly seen Günter move.
They had clearly seen him appear behind Victor.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the person who had initiated the attack was the one who had fallen.
It made no sense.
The only person who had seen Victor’s movement clearly was Diana.
Her red eyes remained calm.
She knew exactly what Victor had done.
There had been no unnecessary movement.
Victor had simply moved his left hand.
That was all.
A tiny motion.
So fast that even most powerful warriors could not properly perceive it.
The two remaining bodyguards standing beside the young master had also noticed something.
Not everything.
They couldn’t follow the entire movement.
But they had seen Victor’s left hand shift slightly.
Then Günter had fallen.
The expressions of the two bodyguards changed.
Their pupils contracted.
They looked at Günter.
Then at Victor.
Then back at Günter.
A cold sensation slowly spread through their bodies.
Until now, they had assumed that Günter had simply made a mistake.
Perhaps Victor had used some strange technique.
Perhaps Günter had underestimated him.
But after witnessing that tiny movement, they finally understood.
This wasn’t luck.
It wasn’t an accident.
The man standing before them was a master.
A genuine master.
One whose movements had completely surpassed their ability to perceive.
The two bodyguards exchanged a brief glance.
Neither needed to speak.
Their hands immediately moved toward their weapons.
Steel slid from its sheath.
The sound seemed unusually loud in the sudden silence.
They stepped forward at the same time.
"Young Master, you must get away from here!"
Their voices were urgent.
The young master turned toward them in disbelief.
"What?"
His brows furrowed.
He looked at the two bodyguards as though they had suddenly lost their minds.
He then glanced at Günter, who was still lying on the ground.
Sure, Günter had lost.
That much was undeniable.
But why were his two remaining guards reacting as though they had encountered some terrifying existence?
The young master could not understand it.
Günter had always been the weakest of the three.
That was why he had sent him first.
If Günter couldn’t handle Victor, the other two would.
After all, both of them were Master-ranked swordsmen.
His confidence had not disappeared.
Not yet.
He looked at Victor again.
Victor stood quietly beneath the sunlight, his golden eyes carrying an almost indifferent calm.
For some reason, the young master suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He immediately suppressed that feeling.
There was no reason to fear.
His family was the Valier family.
And these two bodyguards were Master-ranked swordsmen.
Surely they wouldn’t suffer the same fate.
The young master’s grip tightened slightly.
He looked toward his two guards, still unable to understand why they were suddenly treating Victor as though he were some terrifying existence.
The two swordsmen, however, did not take their eyes off Victor.
Their weapons remained firmly in their hands.
Their expressions were serious.
They had finally realized something the young master had yet to understand.
The man standing before them had never taken this fight seriously.